A/N: Last chapter.

"Is it just me, or are we being overrun by mini-me's?" Bucky asked, when Kamala Khan and Cassie Lang joined the Avengers at the compound as superheroes in training.

Steve grinned and clapped him on the back. "That just means you need to find your own mini-me to adopt."

Bucky scoffed. "No thanks. I'll stick with teaching Allie to throw knives."

"You might as well teach them all that," Steve pointed out.

So that was how the former Winter Solider ended up teaching a knife-throwing class to four young women who, between them, could shapeshift, fly, read minds, and knock a grown man flat. So when Allie asked (curse those puppy eyes) if they could braid his hair, Bucky wisely gave in.

Sam almost died laughing when the pictures got out.

A~A~A~A

Allie turned twenty-one years old and joined the Avengers. Her superhero name was Meta. Not the best, but she gained Deadpool's eternal (literally) favor because he could make endless puns about the fourth wall, whatever that was in this universe.

"So we have Captain America, the Sergeant, Scarlet Witch, Quicksilver, Wasp, Ms. Marvel, Captain Marvel, Spider-Man, Dr. Strange, Hawkeye, and Vision," Meta said, ticking off the list of superhero guests. "And all the old people in case it actually gets out of hand. FRIDAY, make sure there's enough electrolytes in the quinjets, please."

"Hey." Clint tugged at her ponytail. "Who are you calling old?"

Allie smiled at him. "No one."

"Ready for your debut?" he asked, more seriously.

"I've already been an Avenger for six months," Allie pointed out.

"Yeah, but this is the first time you're going to a UN Summit as an Avengers rep," Clint said, brow furrowing.

"Daisy, I mean Quake, is gonna be there. So's T'Challa and Shuri. Even the X-Men are gonna be there. We should fine."

"Superheroes versus the world," Clint said, sighing. "I'm really glad it's not me that's going, but I'm really sorry we didn't manage to get all this straightened out before you grew up."

Allie hugged him tightly. "It's okay, dad. There's too many of us not to give us fair representation. If worst comes to worst, I'll just ask Heimdall to send Thor and Loki. Nobody wants to mess with the Asgardians."

Clint snorted. "Yeah, you're gonna be fine." He gave her a tight hug and a kiss on the forehead. "Go get 'em, baby."

"Dad."

"What? You'll always be my baby, even when you're forty-five and adopting your own kids left and right."

Allie picked up her backpack and shifted into 'professional superhero' mode, increasing her muscle mass and standing up tall. Her pink, curly hair shifted to her signature black with dark blue highlights at the same time her two piece body suit formed its protective nano-shell of silver and dark blue. "What do you think?"

Clint smiled at her. "You look like a superhero."

She nodded, and then tilted her head, listening to her earpiece. "On my way," she confirmed. She gave her dad a quick hug. "Okay, really got to go." Allie started walking off to the quinjet bay. She turned around partly and called, "Tell mom to meet me in France when she's done with her mission, and, oh, hey, when we get back, let's do Indiana Jones, okay?"

Clint laughed. "It's a deal!"

"Awesome! Love you, dad!"

"Love you, too!"

THE END

Or is it? Yes, actually, for now. I might start a one-shot series later based on reader prompts or random one-shots, like I did for Shakespeare Has a Quote for Everything, but for now, this is it. The End.

I want to thank everyone who read this story, who reviewed, who left me a prompt; I couldn't've done it without you. Thanks so much!

I will be finishing Volume I of my new story in a couple of months (if I can get my muse to stop jumping around the timeline, thanks), and my other Star Trek story A Chat will be updating eventually. I'm also working on rewriting The Prototype Vulcan, and I'm working on another Avengers story as well, as yet titled Entropy. So stay tuned!

Live long and prosper!